| An everlasting climax of rot, debauchery
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| And ecstasy blooming through ordeal
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| The proclamation of divine work is all around us
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| Every piece of it, is a part of the great paradigm
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| And every soul lost serves as testimony for the grand work
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| This world of flesh has sunk into the abyss
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| And the crowning of Sin is upon us!
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| If disobedience serves
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| As a divine service
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| Then surely the hights of Heavens
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| Exist in the pits of prdition
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| And surely this travesty of life
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| Is the great tribulation
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| We are nothing more than worms
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| Drying under the light of the sun
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| Nothing more than a breathless breath
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| In a cosmos of feces
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| But alas, we were given sin
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| And it is sin that determines us
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| This world of flesh has sunk into the abyss
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| And the crowning of Sin is upon us!
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| Truly, so great is the love of God, that each act of sin would bring us closer
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| to Him. |
| For through men was sin conceived into the world
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| We are His image. |
| Every disease, famine and pest ridding the world,
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| every birth to a deformed child is a part of His gospel
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| So vast is His splendour, and so great is our blessing to bear witness,
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| breathe and live through Him
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| So tear our spirit apart slowly amidst time. |
| This is your divine harvest.
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| And we are it’s crop |